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derlng existence. It is hard to be hungry. I
remember being so hungry once that all of us
boys got together and slipped Into our mothers'
teepees and took the raw-hide bags which they
carried their meat in, and roasted them over the
fire and ate them. That was during the 'year of
the big snow', when we all came near to starva-
tion. Our fathers went over the plains picking
up buffalo heads that had been killed early in the
fall and were frozen; and they took their axes and
chopped off the skin at the top of the heads and
cooked It for food. Finally, we came upon a
herd of mountain-sheep which had been driven
down Into the foot-hills by the big snows, and we
slew the entire herd and ate them on the spot.
We ate so much that we went about camp as
though we were drunk.

We could not travel much during the winter,
because of the depth of the snows. We would
select a good wind-break in the bosom of a large
coulee—prairie hollow—and make our camp and
cover the buffalo-hide teepees with tree bark to
conceal them from the view of prowlers and pos-
sible enemies. And there we would remain until
snow flew. We would keep our spirits up during
the long dark winter evenings by singing around
the camp-fire in the big council lodge.

Always, winter and summer, we would keep a
close watch on the actions of the animals and birds,